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I've wanted to hunt Caribou in Quebec for many years. So last winter I was at the Grand Slam Club/Ovis convention in Las Vegas and stopped by the booth of Louis Tardif of Leaf River Lodge in Quebec. I had read that Quebec was going to close non-resident caribou hunting at the end of this year so I asked Louis if that was true. When he said it was, my next question was "What openings do you have?" He said that they had openings starting the end of August for their "regular" hunts and starting September 23 for their trophy hunts. Since I had previously hunted Alaskan, Mountain and Central Canadian Barren Ground Caribou and had all of their mounts at home, I decided to go for the trophy hunt. Just before I booked this caribou hunt I also booked a Dagestan Tur hunt in Azerbaijan for the end of August. This gave me about two weeks to get home from the Tur hunt and get ready for the Caribou hunt.

I live in Montana but my Girlfriend and Sister live in the Denver area. My Sister graciously agreed to take care of my Golden retriever while I was away on both hunts. So I booked flights out of Denver for both hunts. I learned that I could bring a Caribou back home on the plane with me so I found direct flights between Denver and Montreal. Leaf River Lodge has an agreement with the Crowne Plaza motel in Montreal and that is their take off and return point. There is also have a special room rate for Leaf River hunters at the Crowne Plaza. Unfortunately Orbitz listed rooms $10 cheaper and I booked my rooms and flights with them. More on that later.

My flight from Denver arrived in Montreal at midnight the day before the hunt and there were two other hunters also on that flight. By the time we got our baggage and guns and got our Canadian firearms permits it was almost 2:00 am when we got checked into the motel. We had to meet the Leaf River people in the hotel lobby at 3:45 am, so we had a very short night.

Leaf River had two camps, one at Leaf River that accommodated 18 hunters and the other at Lac Desbergeres for 12 hunters. I guess we were randomly assigned to the camps. I was assigned to the Lac Desbergeres camp. At 3:45 all 30 of us met in the motel lobby then they sent us to a trailer that they had behind the hotel where they weighed our baggage and put us on a Greyhound type bus that took us across Montreal to another airport where they had a chartered DC-3 waiting to fly us to the take off point at Lac Pau a couple hours north of Montreal. Lac Pau is also the end of the most northern road in Quebec.

At the float plane dock in Lac Pau, Leaf River Lodge had 5 big wood boxes (like 4'x4'x8') with list of 6 hunters names on each box. We put all of our guns, gear, and food in each box with our name on it. A fork lift then put each box on a scale then took them to a waiting Otter float plane. They then had each 6 of us also get on the scale and weighed.

Loading our gear on our Otter.


The Lac Desbergeres camp is about 150 miles north of Lac Pau and is located in a narrow area between Lac D and another unnamed lake. The camp is a row of 11 16'x16 or 20' plywood cabins. The camp staff has 3 cabins. there is a kitchen cabin, a bathroom/shower cabin, and 6 cabins for two hunters each. Camp power is supplied by a diesel generator, and the kitchen has satellite wifi and phone service. Each cabin has an oil heater, two cots, two shelf units, and a desk table, and electric lights. There is another cabin by the lake for storage and a place to process the capes and hang the meat.



The Leaf River trophy hunts are normally 2 hunters per guide, but they were short one guide so this became a 3x1 hunt. Hunters that came up there with their friends were paired together with a guide, and the rest of us just drew the name of our guide from a hat. Each guide had their favorite hunting area. The camp had 14' aluminum boats on the small lake and 20' freighter canoes on the larger lake. Each was equipped with a 30hp motor.

I drew Jason as my guide as did Gary and Nimo. The first morning they turned on the generator at 6 and breakfast was ready at 6:30, then we headed to the boats at 7. Jason liked to hunt the south end of the big lake, so Gary, Nimo, and I got into one of the freighter canoes with him and headed for the other side of the lake. As we crossed the lake we discussed who would take the first shot. Gary suggested that the oldest hunter would shoot first, then the next oldest, then the youngest. We then stated our ages, and at 71, I was the oldest (and the oldest in camp!) and it turned out that Gary was the youngest.

Fifteen minutes after we pulled the canoe on shore we spotted our first group of Caribou. There were about 10 Caribou in the group with several bulls. We watched them for about 10 minutes and they walked by us at less than 100 yards. As I had already killed some good bulls, I declined a shot at these. We spent the rest of the morning crossing several miles of hills and tundra and saw groups of up to 50 or more Caribou. They all were moving East to West. There were bulls in all of the groups, with some that looked pretty good, but Jason said that most of them were moving too fast for us to catch them. We probably saw over 200 Caribou that morning.

I think that we were the first humans that these Caribou had ever seen, and they walked to within about 30 yards from us.


Nimo's knee was bothering him so he and Gary took a break by a huge boulder and Jason and I walked over the ridge another mile or so to the south. We saw a few more Caribou, but nothing that I wanted. As we headed back, Jason saw a bull with very wide antlers back where we had been earlier that morning. We hustled back to Gary and Nimo, then put a stalk on the wide bull. We got to within 100 yards of that and several other bulls, but other than his width, his antlers weren't what I was looking for so I passed on him also.

So we sat down on that hill and ate our lunches and glassed for more Caribou. A little while after lunch I walked to the back side of the hill and saw a distant brown object, but my hands had gotten cold and I couldn't steady my binoculars. The object didn't move and was too big to be a caribou, so I went back to my sitting place. A few minutes later Gary walked across the hill and hurried back saying that there were several big bulls on the next ridge. We put on our packs and headed for those caribou. As we crossed the hill I noticed that the large brown object that I had seen earlier wasn't there.

When we got closer to those bulls I saw one that I liked and I said I would take him. I laid down prone next to a boulder. Nimo set up over the boulder. My shot hit the bull that I wanted in his shoulder, but he didn't fall. The other bulls started trotting off. Two of those bulls had very white necks with the second bull having better antlers that the other. Nimo took a shot at the larger bull, but he missed. As he reloaded the larger bull ran ahead of the smaller one. Nimo then shot the second or smaller bull. After his bull dropped I put a second bullet into my bulls chest and he dropped dead. Both bulls lay dead not 50 yards apart, and on a hill only 15 minutes above our boat.



For this hunt I thought that we might have wet weather, so I brought my Stainless steel/Tupperware stocked Remington 700 in 7mm Rem mag shooting 160 grain Accubond bullets.

This was the first Caribou that I have shot that has double shovels. He has the largest antlers of any of my caribou, and the guides said that he was one of the largest of all of the bulls that they shot this year.



Since it was getting late in the afternoon, I told Jason to go ahead and cape Nimo's bull and that I would cape mine. Gary volunteered to help me. We then packed both heads and some of the meat back to the boat,

Out of the 12 hunters in our camp, 10 of us, including two bow hunters, shot our Caribou that first day.

The next day Nimo decided to stay in camp, and I went out to "help" Gary. We went to the same area as the previous day. Within the first hour after we left the boat, we saw several groups of Caribou, including one with a bull that Gary liked. Gary made a short stalk on him and his shot was good. Gary's bull also had double shovels and the right bez was split almost back to the main beam so it looks like he has a triple bez. If they score that double bez as one, Gary's bull should also make B&C.

We then packed Gary's bull back to the boat and went back and got the rest of Nimo's and my bulls.

The next day all of us that had tagged out hung out at camp reading and playing on the internet. That afternoon, Gary and I hiked a mile or so up the hill above camp. The vegetation in that area is a mix of open tundra with some coverings of spruce and tamarack. Many of the low bushes had dropped their leaves and others had turned red, and the tamarack had turned yellow. The camp cabins is the whites pot in the center of this pic.




To be continued...